Page 6 of All We Want

I watch through the tiny screen as one of her hands cups and squeezes her generous breast while the other hand slides between her pretty thighs.

“What the fuck happened between the two of ya in her office?” I rasp as I continue to watch her movements, now not able to look away.

We both groan as she appears to realize where she is and stumbles out of the room. Dec looks up at Ro. “Please tell me ya creepy arse put dem elsewhere too.”

Ro snickers and takes the phone, tapping a few times before handing the device back. Dec rumbles a deep appreciative sound.

She made it to her bed and was lying on it spread out like a Christmas feast. Her hands were once again on her breast and her pussy, but now we could see more details. Wherever Ro had placed the camera was a perfect angle to take in the whole bed, it was up high so I was assuming he somehow managed to get it on the ceiling.

A hand interrupts the view of the screen for a second as Ro reaches over to tap something else and instantly the most glorious sound fills the air around us. She put on soft sultry Christmas music in the background, but over the top of that was the sweet sounds of her breathy moans.

Dec slides his own fingers across the screen and the view zooms in so her whole body is taking up the screen. “Now dat’s a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

I grunt in response, my own hand reaching down to squeeze my already hard cock. We were extremely comfortable around each other so I knew they wouldn’t have cared if I took care of it in front of them, but I wanted to wait until we were home before I took my time with my release.

Our little minx on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have that patience. I watch as her fingers move rapidly over her clit, her other fingers squeezing hard on her nipple and pulling.

So she likes a little pain too, good to know.

I can tell by the increase in the pitch of her moans that she is chasing her orgasm. I wonder to myself if she ever took the time to go slowly, to enjoy the build, to create a feeling like she is exploding like a supernova.

Even still, the sound she makes when she reaches her climax almost has me spilling in my pants like I’m a little lad at school again, and my hand squeezes hard on myself through my pants.

Dec makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a groan. I can already tell from the way he narrows his eyes at the woman panting in her bed and the way he rolls his lips between his teeth that his mind is racing.

Glancing up at Ro, the heavy lidded look and smirk on his lips tells me all I need to know.

“Oh, tis the most wonderful time of the year...”

Chapter 5

Scarlette

The panic set in seconds after Declan Blackstone walked out the door of my office. And once I finally assured myself that my security and the USB were still untouched, the other feelings from his visit slammed into me like a tidal wave.

The USB containing the stolen files was safely tucked away, and my security measures seemed intact. Yet, the encounter left me feeling exposed in ways I hadn't anticipated. The thrill of danger mingled with an unsettling attraction that had me questioning my own judgment.

The intensity of his stare, the spicy scent that wrapped around me, the brief brush of his skin against mine, had me chasing relief to the throbbing ache inside of me.

It was short lived and still left me feeling unsatisfied.

I had contemplated getting out some of my toys, but at that point the adrenaline had crashed over me and I just wanted to sleep.

The morning still brought with it a sense of paranoia, so I chose to work from home today. This allowed for the extra benefit of avoiding Sue’s questions about my last meeting of the day. It was also good for me, because how the hell do you tell your assistant who doesn’t know about your secret life that ‘oh that's just the guy I stole top secret documents from, who probably wants to kill me’.

The healthy dose of arousal he served me was also like the finest wine I’ve ever tasted.

Yeah, not sure Sue would completely understand.

As I focused on my tasks, the hours flew by, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the upcoming charity ball. The invitation had added an extra layer to an already complex situation. And I couldn't decipher Declan's true intentions.

When I first saw him standing in my office, I thought perhaps Sue may be returning the next day to my dead body. There were subtle hints in what he said to me that made it clear he knew about me and what I had done, but he seemed almost like he was taking that as an open invitation instead.

I found myself torn between the allure of the unknown and the potential dangers that lurked beneath the surface. The Blackstone brothers, notorious bachelors, were an enigma in their own right. I didn't fit the mold of the women they usually associated with—skinny, blonde models who graced the covers of magazines.

I ponder over the possibilities as I prepare for the evening ahead. Choosing a red dress, as suggested by Declan, I can’t ignore the irony of dressing for a man whose motives remained a mystery. The dress clings to my figure, showing off my ample cleavage and hips, and every glimpse of the shimmering red reflection reminds me of the brief touch of Declan’s fingers against my thigh.

Anticipation and anxiety fill me. I couldn't help but wonder if I was walking into a trap or a chance encounter that could alter the course of my carefully guarded life.

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